Though I was a subject of curious inspection in the public vehicle that I rode shortly after buying it with my bag alive, chirping and kicking, I didn't mind a tiny bit. My head was full of ingenious ideas on how to establish my pet-farm. I had already selected a quiet corner in my kitchen for the duckling and seen to necessary arrangements like a perforated box for shelter, a tiny lamp to retain warmth and some data collection on its feeding habits. I was smiling all the way inside the vehicle that day while the rest of passengers were gawking at my chirping bag.
I brought it home and put it in the shelter that I constructed. I had thought my work was over and decided to leave. But, to my utter amazement, the duckling started chirping in its shrillest voice the moment I was out of its sight. I tried the "slip-away trick" a couple of times and even took it outside the box to see if it helps but that didn't work either. It followed me wherever I went. Slowly, I had the grim realization that it had taken me to be its mother.
I don't say that the thought of returning it hadn't crossed my mind. I had started getting annoyed by the chirping all day and night, but my inner-self stopped me from liquidating my duck-farm, for it insisted that giving up on a business on few early hiccups never reflects an entrepreneurial spirit. This mollified my annoyance but not the chirping inside that box.
I couldn't take the duckling wherever I went! But, I also couldn't bear the prospect of it chirping itself to death. So, I started to think of new ways to renovate my duck-farm; and, after hours of brain-storming, an idea finally struck me. The following day, I came home with three companions for the lovely duckling and was happy to see that the new ducklings were received well. More than so, with the chirpings gone, I was also happy that my idea had worked.
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